Room 732: Bridesmaid with Benefits

Room 732: Bridesmaid with Benefits
Amy Andrews

Step behind the hotel room doors of The Chatsfield, London…Johanna Windsor has one rule: not sleeping with Ed Garrison tonight. Yes, he’s mouth-wateringly sexy, and yes as bridesmaid and best man they should be the perfect match. But falling into bed with him after every wedding is becoming a habit… one that really must stop!But when a mix-up leaves Ed and Johanna alone together in a sumptuous and built-for-passion Chatsfield hotel room, Johanna’s resolve is sorely tested. And when Ed shows Johanna a side she’s never seen before, she soon decides that all rules are made to be broken!

Step behind the hotel room doors of The Chatsfield, London…

Johanna Windsor has one rule: not sleeping with Ed Garrison tonight. Yes, he’s mouth-wateringly sexy, and yes as bridesmaid and best man they should be the perfect match. But falling into bed with him after every wedding is becoming a habit… one that really must stop!

But when a mix-up leaves Ed and Johanna alone together in a sumptuous and built-for-passion Chatsfield hotel room, Johanna’s resolve is sorely tested. And when Ed shows Johanna a side she’s never seen before, she soon decides that all rules are made to be broken!

Room 732: Bridesmaid with Benefits

Amy Andrews

Contents

Cover (#udfa5f798-b1d0-5b08-b896-9b07c31bb9c4)

Blurb (#u5d27e604-d1ee-5dfb-851c-4783e5a58ac8)

Title Page (#u812fa38b-f1be-52ea-a426-d11798908507)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Discover the Chatsfield (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#u225e5310-31fb-5298-9e3b-b8432246697d)

Johanna Windsor looked at the six foot two hunk of prime male perfection walking across the huge Chatsfield dance floor with wicked stamped across his mouth and sex in his eyes and thought, dear God, do not let me sleep with him.

She grabbed the hand nearest to her. ‘Do not let me sleep with him.’

Carol rolled her eyes. ‘You always sleep with him at weddings. That’s what you and Ed do. It’s your…thing.’

Johanna shook her head. She and Ed needed a new thing. ‘Not this time.’

‘Okay.’

Johanna crossed her arms and glared at her old college friend and fellow bridesmaid. Carol was clearly not convinced.

‘Three times, that’s all. Three times in two years.’

‘Yes.’ Carol nodded. ‘Three times. Three weddings. Three for three.’ She held up three fingers. ‘It’s fate. You shouldn’t fight it.’

Johanna snorted. Sod that. She’d had a crush on Edward Garrison since high school – fate had taken its own sweet time. And now it was time to stop. Ed bloody Garrison could keep his big, sexy, skilled hands off her fate.

‘He’s getting closer,’ Johanna whispered as she stepped instinctively nearer to Carol.

Why she felt compelled to do so, Johanna had no idea. It wasn’t as if there was malice in his gaze – quite the contrary. The man was looking at her like he wanted to make her come six ways to Sunday.

Considering Ed had been responsible for the last truly good orgasm she’d had, she should be running towards him and leaping into his arms.

But Ed Garrison didn’t need any encouragement.

Of course the fact that the man was at his most dashing in a suit that looked as if it had been hand-sewn by elves didn’t help. Not when she was, once again, in bridesmaid dress hell – burgundy taffeta with enough ruffles to put Carmen Miranda to shame.

All she needed was a bowl of fruit for her head and she was good to go.

Just her luck he got to be breathtakingly sexy and she looked like she was about to go on stage at the Copacabana.

‘Yes,’ Carol explained patiently. ‘Because it’s the bridal waltz. He is the best man and you are the maid of honour. You’ve managed to pretty much avoid him all day but you have to dance with him now.’

Dance. Johanna shivered. Sex to music. That’s what Ed had told her dancing was at wedding number one – Pete and Kelly’s.

And when they’d ended up in his hotel room, they’d danced all damn night.

‘Cheer up,’ Carol chided, as she smiled at her husband Charlie – wedding number two – and took his hand for their turn around the floor. ‘It’s Ed. The man has been a sex god since college. Why wouldn’t you go to bed with him?’

Charlie nodded his agreement. ‘She’s right. Sex gods are hard to find.’ He winked at Johanna. ‘Just me and Ed left.’

Then he whisked his wife onto the floor with a flourish which left Johanna all alone staring down the God of Sex.

Their gazes locked.

Her heart beat a little faster. Her breath hitched a little higher. Her nipples ruched a little harder.

And she thanked the bride for every one of those awful ruffles.

Ed stopped in front of her, his gaze sweeping the length of her body before shooting her one of those long, lazy smiles specifically designed to melt female underwear right away. Even those suck-everything-in monstrosities she’d been wearing at wedding three – Phil and Diana’s – because that dress had clearly been manufactured in a cling film factory.

He held out his hand to her. ‘I cannot wait to get you out of this one, Jo-Jo.’

Johanna felt her hackles rise – along with her nipples. She gave him her best haughty glare. Predictably it bounced right off his beautiful broad shoulders. And why not? The man hadn’t let three horrible bridesmaid dresses derail his intent so why should a glare be any more successful?

‘Don’t talk to me,’ she said as she took his hand and let him lead her onto the dance floor.

Johanna was discharging her maid of honour duty for Ronald and Brie – she was dancing the bridal waltz with the best man. Nowhere in the bridesmaid handbook did it say she had to converse while doing it.